Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
           Damn you, sing: Goddamm,
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
           So 'gainst the winter's balm.

--EP, from "Ancient Music"


At 12:00 PM 2/16/03, Brennen Lukas wrote:
>flecks of white
>swirl the streets
>
>empty pages listen
>still for signs
>
>ezra is quiet
>amid the winter
>
>David, I hope you are correct.
>
>Brennen
>
>>
>>Ezra Pound wrote some of the most beautiful poems that I have ever read. EP
>>would have enjoyed those conntributions.
>>
>>
>>
>>In a message dated 2/15/03 3:24:48 PM, [log in to unmask] writes:
>>
>>
>> > > Wow, Mr. Intellectual Quicksand, at least three inches deep.
>> > >
>> > >
>> >
>> > that deep, you think?
>> >
>>
>>It's not the shallowness that annoys, it's the smugness.   And no, Brennen,
>>though I never met the man, I'd say pretty confidently that EP would not
>>enjoy your contributions: They are self-satisfied and unbelievably
>>light-weight, pretty much what he despised.
>>Jay
>
>
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